In the foggy darkness, I could barely make out the houses bordering the road let alone a man dressed in black. If I’d stuck to the lighted road, I’d have missed him. As it was, I turned down the unmade road, my map-reading skills deserting me.
I didn’t see him in the gloom until he was almost upon me. I swerved to avoid crashing into him, then came up fast behind him. He startled, but I held my nerve, instinct taking over as I slid the blade into my quarry.
I had fulfilled my contract, made my first kill.
Neville Hunt about 5 years ago
Ooh! That took me by surprise. I thought the storyteller would be the victim. Great stuff Julie.
Julie about 5 years ago
Thank you both!